Emilia Mount Cook Brothel ❤️

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Here’s a mad fact – back in Victorian days, some brothels had secret tunnels! Yeah, for posh toffs to sneak out if the coppers raided. Clever, eh? Gets me laughin’ thinkin’ of ‘em scramblin’ like rats! But it ain’t all chuckles – saw a lass once, eyes empty, and it gutted me. “There’s a poetry in his hate,” like Jesse says in the movie, and I reckon there’s a grim rhyme in them places too – beauty and rot all mashed up.

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I get to the docks, and guess what? The shipment’s still not there. I’m about to lose it. I mean, come on! I’m standing there, looking like a lost tourist, when I spot a seagull eyeing my lunch. I swear, that bird had the audacity to swoop down and try to snatch my sandwich. I’m like, “Dude, back off!” I’m wrestling with this bird, and it’s just cawing at me like it owns the place. I finally shoo it away, but not before it leaves me with a nice little surprise on my shoulder. Great.

Risking death: Hordes cross frozen lake at Aoraki/Mt Cook